Great Spotted Woodpecker

A Belisha bright
Flash, there on the pergola
Red, black, white, spotted!

The Wood Pigeon Orchestra Warms Up

The low flute calling

Us from sleep, now piccolo

Notes, new dawn chorus

The Buzzard

Wings, like broad brush strokes

Painting an abstract blue sky,

Quarter the canvas

Pigeons in the Underpass

In feathered shrouds they

Mourn the cold, misty morning
Statues on streetlights

Spring

In a bluebell gown

Sylvia brushes her hair

Braiding in birdsong

Autumnal Skies

Two river swans fly
White arrows piercing grey skies
This way to the lake

Unexpectedly In Margate

Two green parakeets

Play kiss-me-quick through the streets
Raucous seaside fun